Letter from prison

2025-03-07 16:43:00, Satire Lolita

Letter from prison

Dear citizens, builders, singers, journalists with salaries of water supply workers and lovers of good deeds..
I am writing to you from the prison of Durrës, where life has put me in a reality show more savage than Big Brother VIP. Here where the spirit of democracy is limited and the internet is weaker than that of a remote village. I can no longer go live on Facebook, I can no longer post videos planting trees or drawing bike lanes.

Here, dreams of a modern city have been replaced by the reality of a cell with bunk beds and a shared bathroom. There are no more ribbon cuttings in schools and kindergartens, but rather shifts for washing dishes. To be honest, the situation is not easy at all…
In these long days and nights, where minutes seem like hours, the only consolation is a few old friends. Lefter Koka is responsible for waste management, at least now we know where the cell’s garbage goes. Alqi Bllako burns the garbage with a lighter to create the idea of ??an incinerator, while Ilir Beqaj is working on a new “PPP” project, Wash-Dishes-Back. Jurgis Çyrbja is busy reading his files, instead of books.

Instead of luxurious lunches, like Ols Violina eating scampi, here the menu is "what's in the cafeteria", which looks a lot like a predetermined tender from the ones I used to give to Nikolin Jaka for kindergartens. Here the coffee is darker than the electoral asphalt that I quickly threw on the streets of Tirana. Here there are only security cameras, but no camera to film my sacrifices, from those ready-made tapes that I used to send to the Klan and Top Channel.

It's not easy to be strong in this country, but I promised to keep my morale high even when I think that Belinda is next to my Edi Rama out there and enjoys the sunshine when she goes for inspections.
I once said "I have them made of iron", but here in prison this expression takes on a different meaning, since everything here is made of iron!
Hopefully this letter will reach you (because I doubt Ols Violina will stop my letters too).
With respect,
Erion Veliaj, still Mayor, until you understand that I am irreplaceable! / Taken from social networks